All days are good, some are just better than others!
Born 1/7/86 – Died 7/3/18
On the early morning of July 3rd, 3:45 am or so, Judah appeared to have jumped from the Boren Street bridge, 75′ to the ground below, where he died. A man driving south on I-5 saw Judah’s body and called 911. A WA State trooper arrived on site just moments later and began applying CPR but by the time the ambulance arrived and attempted to revive Judah, he was already dead. His death was recorded as 4:00 am July 3rd. 2018. For the last five years, Judah has been suffering with mental illness and all the struggles that go with it. Several of our family members and one friend remember speaking to Judah just a couple weeks ago and as early as July 2nd, just 24 hours earlier.
My wife Amy and I have setup a memorial service to take place at 10:00 am Friday Aug 3rd, 2018 at St Luke’s Lutheran Church – 3030 Bellevue Way Bellevue, WA 98004
It’s been 6 days now and I still can”t take my mind off him. I am still standing out on the shoulder of the I-5 freeway 6:45 am on 7/4, staring at a two inch thick pile of sand covering the area where my son’s life blood emptyed his broken body.
I can still feel the pressure in my chest, and the tears on my face…and I can still hear my voice screaming his name, “JUDAAHHHHH” and again “JUDAAHHHHH”, as if somehow I might hear his response or a sense of his spirit still present….only the noise of the streaming traffic passing by.
I walked along the freeway for a while, trying to make sense of the image in my head of his last moments, hoping for some insight to understand why!
I say a quiet prayer to my God, asking for His spirit of peace to reveal to me this answer, why? My answer came to me as I was experiencing pain and confusion in my question. Judah was so conflicted in his mind, with a broken spirit, I was experiencing just a small glimpse of the agony and questions he asked God himself as he made his way to the edge, asking why his life had no meaning, why he was so lost and tormented.
I will never stop wondering why my son Judah had to die that way, nor will I stop asking myself how I can take this experience and use it to help someone else avoid the same fate. I have to believe my dear son Judah has no more pain and is whole again. He is with his brother Tommy and a host of others welcoming him home.
That is what sustains me now, every day and hour, when I relive the same thoughts over and over. It’s the only answer that gives me hope or comes close to satisfying my question, why?
This page’s purpose is to allow those who knew Judah a place to honor his memory by sharing stories and memories of Judah’s life and his experiences. Please honor his family and bless his friends by sharing how you knew Judah and a story or moments in time of his life before his struggles.